Let’s Do More
My heart aches for the life claimed unjustly
And for those who have been violated
Forced to suffer horrors that cannot be understood
By vile monsters unfit to be part of society
Who abuse their privileges
Selfishly succumbing to their basest urges
What is a life to their false sense of supremacy?
What is a widow, an orphan, to the indulgence of their twisted pleasures?
What is a broken, scarred mind to ephemeral gratification?
All at once, no one cares about the optics anymore
By the literal hour, these atrocities repeat themselves
It is just that now, they have shed their veneer
Drunk on the invincibility granted to them by the quirks of fate
A part of me is hopeless, afraid that things will not change
Because it is quite obviously a cycle now
And we rage and we tweet and we march and we cry
But the cycle never stops
What that causes is a numbness
And an acknowledgement of this numbness, no matter how sincere, means that they're winning
And then I lose some more hope
But another part of me realizes that it just means that we've got to do more
A lot more
We've got to step up and have those uncomfortable conversations
We've got to quit ceding to engage in societal "norms" that are so dangerously detrimental
We've got to call shit out when we see it
We've got to do more
A lot more
